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Liminality

UNITY in yellow letters on the back of a black hoodie, our differences bring us together. The kid at the table next to ours was head-down on his phone but the message on his sweatshirt said Ellison. In our true health lies division: that’s Hyde Park to me, and we talked not of politics but of the utter absurdity and debased detachment of political rhetoric, enthusiastic and stirred like true dissidents from time immemorial, inspired as the sun went down and the festival consumed the streets outside. I found what I love about this city, and I’ll find what I love about the next.

The things that interest me die on the bleached vines around my house while I’m away earning a paycheck, but yesterday filled me up. We talked for a while when we got home last night and a thunderstorm coalesced outside as if to prove it, inviting a downpour to wash away the solution. I said I seek to soak things up and take them with me, sometimes trying so hard I can’t remember. Those who have learned to write forget, I read in bed this morning. Only the oral tradition remembers, so I write like a gypsy, ready to move on.

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    • And I like the idea that there are people like you just walking around in possession of those same depths, waiting to acknowledge them in others. I agree that it’s the kind of secret life that seems worth living. Right now, it’s a secret life that sustains me.

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      • Totally with you there – I like how you said ‘sustains me’ as that is exactly how I feel. If you know others have your back and really genuinely believe in you not for nefarious reasons but truthfully because they can appreciate the art and craft of you, then you are not alone and nothing you do is futile. That’s how I see it.

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